A Letter from Louisiana
explaining how he would
be with his
Springtime than in the
(from) Camp of Confusion again April 30th 1863.
It would amuse you not a little if you were here
today to see the confusion generally which prevails
among the sick and convalescent in camp; who are by the
way about all that are left behind the two armies now
opperating [sic] for the capture of "Vicksburgh", and it
is all owing to the fact that the rebels have crossed
over the river and are ready to attack our camp. The
order has come to pack up. Samuel Near Sundown.
Well my Dear we are all alive yet and in
readiness to go wherever ordered. We may be up all
night, and we may be ordered away in the dead of night.
Don't know whose hands we will be in the morning. The
rebels evidently mean fight, and intend no doubt
attacking our camps in the absence of our fighting men.
The battle has been raging all day in the distance and I
am unable to ascertain whether any thing has been gained
or not. O how I long for this war to end. How I long for
peace. How will I hail the day when I return to the
bosom of my family. My Dear I hope to see you.